Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

The cohesion of the family reached an unprecedented level after jointly resisting external threats and sharing the joys of marital bliss.

They are no longer just "Lin Feng's wives," but also "one of us" who support each other and protect this family together.

The nightly rotation gradually became more natural, moving away from its initial shyness and sense of ritual.

Sometimes when Lin Feng returned late from the mountains, the person whose turn it was would wait patiently, preparing warm water and simple meals.

The small oil lamp in the east room became the warmest light in the courtyard at night.

However, beneath this calm and warm exterior, undercurrents never cease.

That afternoon.

As soon as Lin Feng and A Yue entered the courtyard, they heard a commotion coming from the direction of the village, mixed with the sound of horses' hooves and shouts.

The sound is getting closer and closer...

Lin Feng climbed to a concealed observation point on the inner side of the reinforced courtyard wall (a spot he had deliberately set aside) and peered through the sparse bushes atop the wall. Sure enough, a group of unfamiliar men stood outside Lin Youfu's house, all on horseback. Leading them was a burly man with a face full of scars, his chest hair exposed, a knife at his waist, and a fierce look in his eyes. Beside him, bowing and scraping, was none other than Liu Laizi, who had escaped that night! Lin Youfu, with his two sons whose faces were still bruised, came out with a beaming smile, bowing to the burly man and saying something.

They were a bit far away and couldn't hear clearly, but judging from their demeanor, they were definitely not good people. The burly man seemed impatient and waved his hand. Lin Youfu quickly led them into the courtyard and closed the door.

Lin Feng jumped down from the observation post and briefly said to Shi Xiu and Liu Yun, who came out after hearing the noise, "Someone's here. They might be after us. They're not the same group from that night, and they're tougher. Prepare as we practiced before."

Lin Feng quickly checked his equipment: an iron-backed bow, thirty fine arrows, a cleaver at his waist, and the bamboo whistle Ye Qingli had given him. He pondered for a moment and said to A Yue, "Go up to the wall and observe their movements, especially whether they are carrying bows and arrows. Don't expose yourself."

A-Yue nodded and lightly climbed onto a specially left stepping stone on the inner side of the courtyard wall, disappearing into the shadows above the wall.

Time passed slowly, and the setting sun dyed the sky orange-red.

The gate to the village head's house remained tightly shut, with only smoke rising from the chimney and faint sounds of commotion, suggesting people were drinking and making merry.

"They're probably waiting until night," Lin Feng judged. Night raids were a common tactic used by these thugs, and having learned from past mistakes, they would definitely be more careful this time, with more people and greater ferocity.

He quickly calculated in his mind. The enemy outnumbered them, had horses, and possibly bows. Only he and A-Yue possessed direct combat ability; Shi Xiu could provide support, while Liu Yun and Shi Cao'er needed protection. A direct defense, with the reinforced walls and traps, might be possible, but the risk was high, especially if the enemy had bows and arrows, posing a threat to A-Yue on the wall and the women inside. Moreover, if they were surrounded, and the enemy launched a desperate attack with fire, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Taking the initiative? It's not the best strategy when the enemy is prepared, outnumbers you, and may have horses.

Perhaps... we can leverage their strength?

He thought of Ye Qingli. That mysterious female swordswoman, extremely skilled, seemed to know something about the Black Wolf Riders and the local forces, and seemed to have some "interest" in him. The bamboo whistle she gave him…

Lin Feng pulled the cold bamboo whistle from his pocket, stroking its patterns. If he blew it, would Ye Qingli really come? If she did, would she be friend or foe? Would he be inviting trouble?

But right now, there seems to be no better option. The other side is coming on strong, clearly intending to kill. He can't gamble with the safety of his family.

"Ah Yue, you stay here and keep a close watch. If there's any unusual movement, alert us immediately," Lin Feng instructed Ah Yue on the wall, then quickly walked towards the backyard.

He went to a secluded spot in the backyard, and using a gentle breath to blow into the special hole of the bamboo whistle, following Ye Qingli's instructions.

The bamboo whistle did not produce a sharp, piercing sound, but rather a peculiar, low, trembling sound, like the cry of some kind of night bird. The sound was not loud, but it was exceptionally far-reaching and had a strong penetrating power, drifting with the mountain wind towards the distant forests.

Lin Feng blew the whistle three times, then listened intently.

Apart from the sound of the wind and the distant calls of birds returning to their nests, there was no other response.

He waited for about fifteen minutes, but there was still no movement.

Is Ye Qingli not nearby? Or did she hear it and refuse to come? Or perhaps... this bamboo whistle was just a joke?

Lin Feng frowned slightly and put the bamboo whistle back into his pocket.

We cannot place all our hopes on outsiders.

He turned back to the front yard and began to prepare for the worst—to hold out to the death and look for opportunities to counterattack and break through.

The sky finally fell completely dark. The village was quiet early on, even the barking of dogs had become much less frequent, as if everyone had sensed an impending unease.

There was finally some movement coming from the direction of the village head's house.

The courtyard gate opened, and more than ten dark figures, leading horses, emerged silently. Leading them were the same burly man with the open robe from earlier that day and Liu Laizi. Lin Youfu and his son followed behind, but remained at the gate, seemingly only intending to observe. The figures carried no torches, instead using the moonlight to stealthily approach Lin Feng's courtyard in the west of the village. They had clearly learned from their previous experience; instead of rushing in all at once, they dispersed, forming a semi-encirclement, and their movements were much more cautious.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, gripped the Iron Spine Bow in his hand, and gently nocked an arrow onto the string.

The shadowy figures drew closer, stopping about thirty paces from the courtyard wall. The burly man with the exposed chest surveyed the clearly reinforced and taller wall and the tightly closed, thick wooden door, chuckled, and said to Liu Laizi beside him, "That's it? You guys were scared like that? Brothers, same old rules, shout first, then bang on the door!"

"Listen up, you guys inside! I'm Hu Biao, the 'Mountain Wind' of town! If you know what's good for you, open the door and come out, hand over double the money and grain you owe, and give me those women so the brothers can have some fun with them, and I might spare your lives! Otherwise, when I come in, I'll leave no one alive!"

The voice was rough and fierce, carrying far into the quiet night.

The courtyard was deathly silent, save for the sound of the wind.

Hu Biao waited a few moments, but received no response. Enraged, he yelled, "Damn it, you won't listen to reason, so here we are! Smash it! Archers, keep an eye on the wall, shoot anyone who peeks out!"

Two thugs with bows immediately drew their bows and aimed at the top of the wall. Four others, carrying knives and clubs, charged toward the gate with shouts, while two others tried to find a low spot on the wall to climb over.

"Release!" Lin Feng shouted in a low voice just as the four knife-wielding men were about to rush into the pit area in front of the door.

Without hesitation, A-Yue on the wall shot an arrow at the person charging at the front! She hadn't used a bow many times, so the arrow went slightly off course, but it was powerful and heavy. It grazed the person's ear and landed on the ground, startling him so much that he staggered.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Feng emerged from the shadows behind the door, his Iron Ridge Bow fully drawn, the bowstring twanging loudly!

"Whoosh!"

The second swordsman screamed as an arrow pierced his thigh, and he collapsed to the ground.

"There's someone on the wall! Shoot!" Hu Biao roared.

The two archers hurriedly fired arrows at the spot where A-Yue had just peeked out, but A-Yue had already retreated behind the crenellations.

"Boom!" "Ouch!"

The two men attempting to climb the wall were caught in a trap disguised as a pitfall. The thin wooden planks shattered, and one of them fell into the pit, screaming in pain as he was pricked by sharp splinters. The other man was also struck on the ankle by a tripwire that suddenly sprang up, causing him to fall to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, they had wounded three of their men, and their offensive stalled.

"Damn it! Burn it down! Burn the door down!" Hu Biao was furious. He pulled out a tinderbox from his pocket and ordered someone to gather firewood.

Just then, something unexpected happened!

From the darkness at the other end of the village road, a green shadow appeared like a ghost, moving with astonishing speed! In a few leaps, it was already behind Hu Biao and the others.

It was Ye Qingli!

She was still dressed in a neat indigo outfit, carrying that long, narrow bundle on her back. Her face was beautiful in the moonlight, but her eyes and brows carried a chilling, murderous aura.

Without saying a word, she raised her jade-like hand, and several cold stars shot out!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" Three thugs who were about to gather firewood collapsed with a thud, clutching their necks or chests and letting out groans of pain, instantly losing their fighting ability. Hidden weapons!

Hu Biao and Liu Laizi were shocked and hurriedly turned around. They saw Ye Qingli had already swept in like a wisp of smoke, a long sword as clear as autumn water appearing in her hand. The sword flashed in the moonlight and aimed straight for Hu Biao's throat!

Hu Biao was quite skilled; in his shock, he swung his knife to parry.

"Clang!" Swords clashed, sparks flew! Hu Biao felt a soft yet powerful force surge through him, which made his arm go numb and he staggered back several steps, almost losing his grip on the knife.

"Who...who are you?!" Hu Biao exclaimed in shock and anger.

Ye Qingli remained silent, her sword flashing again, like a gentle spring rain yet carrying a chilling aura, enveloping Hu Biao, Liu Laizi, and the other uninjured swordsman. Her swordsmanship was exquisite, her movements graceful and ethereal, clearly from a prestigious school, far superior to the amateurish ruffians like Hu Biao. Within a few moves, Liu Laizi was struck in the shoulder by a sword, screaming as he fell to the ground. The swordsman was also kicked in the abdomen, flying backward. Only Hu Biao remained, struggling to hold on, but already barely managing, facing imminent danger.

Inside the courtyard, Lin Feng and A Yue could see everything clearly. A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Feng's eyes; Ye Qingli's martial arts skills were even higher than he had expected! And she had actually come.

Without further hesitation, he shouted, "Open the door! Ah Yue, suppress the archers!"

The courtyard gate burst open, and Lin Feng, like a tiger unleashed, charged straight at the archer who was still trying to aim his bow at Ye Qingli! The archer, terrified at the sight of Lin Feng, turned to run, but Lin Feng struck him on the back of the head with the back of his blade, knocking him unconscious. Another archer was also struck in the arm by an arrow from A Yue, his bow falling to the ground.

Meanwhile, Ye Qingli had already finished her battle. Hu Biao's wrist was pierced by her sword, his waist knife fell to the ground, and she kicked him in the back of the knee, causing him to kneel down. She then pressed the tip of her sword against his throat.

From Ye Qingli's appearance to the end of the battle, only a few dozen breaths had passed. Those who had arrived with great momentum were now all lying on the ground, either dead or wounded, their cries of agony filling the air. Lin Youfu and his son, who had been watching from afar, were already pale with fright, scrambling back to their own yard and slamming the door shut behind them.

Under the moonlight, Ye Qingli sheathed her sword (which had somehow returned to the bundle on her back), dusted off imaginary dust from her hands, and looked at Lin Feng approaching, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Looks like I arrived just in time?"

"Thank you for your help, Miss Ye." Lin Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute, his tone sincere. Regardless of Ye Qingli's motives, she had indeed saved him from a predicament tonight.

"It was nothing." Ye Qingli walked up to Hu Biao and kicked him. "'Over the Mountain Wind' Hu Biao? A local bully, he's done all sorts of bad things. I didn't expect him to have his hands in this little mountain village." She then glanced at Liu Laizi, who looked like a dead dog not far away. "Looks like someone hired you?"

Hu Biao's face turned ashen. Knowing he had met his match, he begged for mercy repeatedly: "Heroine, spare my life! It was...it was that old bastard Lin Youfu who paid me to teach this family a lesson...I...I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. I offended you and this hero. Please spare my life!"

"Lin Youfu?" Ye Qingli looked at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng nodded, walked up to Hu Biao, squatted down, and said coldly, "Go back and tell Lin Youfu that this is the last time. If he dares to do it again, or tries anything funny..."

His voice wasn't loud, but the murderous intent in it sent a chill down the spine of even a desperate criminal like Hu Biao.

"I...I understand! I understand!" Hu Biao kowtowed repeatedly.

"Take your men and get out of here. Don't let me see you around here again."

Hu Biao felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He struggled to his feet, called to his still-mobile comrades, and together they dragged and pulled the dead and wounded onto their horses. They fled in a sorry state without looking back, not even daring to pick up their fallen weapons.

Soon, the village entrance returned to silence, leaving only a mess and a faint smell of blood.

Ye Qingli walked to Lin Feng's side, glanced at A Yue standing guard behind him, then at Shi Xiu standing in the courtyard with a hoe and Liu Yun peeking out of the cellar, still shaken. A smile flashed in her eyes: "Brother Lin, you manage your household well and are skilled at managing your subordinates. It seems you can handle things even without my help."

"Miss Ye, you flatter me. Without your help, casualties would have been inevitable," Lin Feng said, then asked the question that had been bothering him, "How did Miss Ye happen to be here?"

"Just in time?" Ye Qingli smiled, her smile somewhat hazy in the moonlight. "I've been nearby the whole time. The Black Wolf Riders' tracks seemed to point towards this mountainous area. I came over as soon as I heard the whistle. Unexpectedly, I ended up helping you take down a bunch of thugs first." She paused, then said seriously, "Brother Lin, this is no longer a place to stay. Lin Youfu is colluding with foreign bandits; although he retreated this time, his ambitions remain. The threat of the Black Wolf Riders is still hanging over our heads. Your vacation is coming to an end; once you return to camp, the safety of the women in your family..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was clear.

Lin Feng remained silent. This was indeed his biggest worry. He could repel one or two attacks, but he couldn't stay at home forever. Border troops had an ironclad rule: soldiers had to return to camp when their leave ended.

"What insightful opinion does Miss Ye have?" Lin Feng asked, looking at her. This woman had a mysterious background and extraordinary knowledge; perhaps she had other paths to take.

Ye Qingli pondered for a moment, then said, "Two choices. First, move the whole family to a safer place, such as a county town or a prefecture. Second," she looked intently at Lin Feng, "stay, but have enough power to protect yourself, and even deter petty thieves from coveting your territory. For example, truly transform this small courtyard into a hedgehog-like fortress, and secretly develop some reliable manpower. However, this requires time, money, and even more so... opportunity."

Her words struck a chord with Lin Feng. Move away? With chaos looming, where was truly safe? Even county towns and prefectural capitals were teeming with people; without a foundation, three weak women with a child might not fare any better than in this mountain village. Staying to strengthen themselves was fundamental, but as Ye Qingli said, it required time, money, and opportunity. And what he lacked most was time (the time to return to camp was fast approaching).

"Miss Ye seems quite concerned about my situation," Lin Feng probed.

Ye Qingli met his gaze and said frankly, "I've said it before, I think you're an interesting person. Besides, dealing with the Di Rong is the duty of every citizen of Great Yan. You're skilled and courageous; you're a good prospect. It would be a pity if you were buried in this mountain village or fell into the hands of petty villains." She paused, her voice lowering slightly, "Perhaps... there will be times when I really need your help."

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. Ye Qingli's words implied an intention to recruit or cooperate. Her background was mysterious and her strength formidable; leveraging her power would naturally be beneficial. However, dealing with such a person required extreme caution.

"I appreciate Miss Ye's kindness. But please allow me to think this over." Lin Feng did not agree immediately.

"That's only right." Ye Qingli didn't insist. She took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom and handed it to Lin Feng. "This is a top-quality wound medicine, very effective for external injuries. These bastards probably won't let this go easily, so your family needs to be careful too. Also," she glanced at the sky, "I need to continue investigating the Black Wolf Riders' trail and can't stay any longer. Keep this whistle safe. If there's an emergency, or if I discover any definite trace of the Black Wolf Riders, I can blow it again. If I'm within a few dozen miles, I should be able to sense it."

After speaking, she didn't linger. She clasped her hands in a fist salute to Lin Feng, then nodded slightly to Shi Xiu and the others in the courtyard. With a flicker, she disappeared into the night like a wisp of smoke, her speed astonishing.

Lin Feng held the still-warm porcelain bottle, gazing in the direction she had disappeared, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

This Ye Qingli appeared time and again when he needed her, offering enticing cooperation proposals, yet she remained shrouded in mystery. Who exactly is she? What are her motives?

"Husband, this Miss Ye..." Shi Xiu walked over, looking at the porcelain bottle in Lin Feng's hand, hesitant to speak. Liu Yun also came out of the cellar with Shi Cao'er, her face still showing signs of shock.

"A... friend." Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and handed the porcelain bottle to Liu Yun. "Keep it safe, just in case."

He looked at his wife and daughters and said in a deep voice, "Everyone saw what happened tonight. The village head is still not giving up, and the external threat has not been eliminated. My vacation is coming to an end, and there are some things that must be arranged in advance."